“Choose.”The word didn’t echo.It pressed.Inside my chest.Inside my bones.Silas still held me, his grip tight enough that I could feel his restraint shaking underneath it.“Mira,” he said again, lower now, almost broken, “don’t go down there.”But the pull beneath the city wasn’t asking.It wasn’t begging.It was waiting.The throne that had risen from the ground stood fully exposed now, massive and ancient, carved with symbols that hurt to look at too long.And every wolf around us was still frozen.Not moving.Not breathing.Like even instinct had decided this was beyond survival.Kael’s voice came out strained.“I swear to all known gods, if that thing starts singing or whatever ancient horrors do, I’m leaving this planet.”Mara didn’t even respond this time.She was staring at me.At my feet.At the way I had already stepped forward without realizing it.The King’s voice was quieter now.“This is not an invitation.”Silas snapped his head toward him.“Then what is it?”The Kin
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